juliaN.

yeah sarty gets a few good shots in now and then...i liked the one you postd a lot more than the bearded Rick Rubin workwear dude from last week or so.

harvey nichols blows

cwb is cool if youre just goin there for karaoke, buying phones or whatever. not so much for clothes (there's Medium Rare which stocks some JP niche brands, but prices are pretty high). oh yeah Page One on 9th floor of Times Square is a decent bookstore.

Joyce doesn't carry Dior Denim (or Dior, period) now because there's a Dior Homme flagship in Landmark near the central Joyce, and in TST the Dior Homme boutique is like a few doors down (more like up, walk in the direction of the star ferry) from Joyce, on the corner of Peking Road.

damn, that does look good. (yeah yeah i quoted a pic few posts above me, but this is one of those times where i think it wouldn't hurt to be seen again)

nope, no drugs. maybe the occasional bong hit but it's so infrequent i wouldn't be doin weed smokers justice if i claimed membership among them.

barely drink any more...my only vices left are nicotine, caffeine and pornography.

christine carnaud is a good one

too lazy to find pics (some of these i can't even find decent non-vidcap pics of), but CNBC has this shit on lock -

Christine Tan

Mandy Drury

Michelle Caruso Cabrera

those are my 3 favs, probably a lot more that its too early for me to remember.

oh yeah, i forget her name...but the woman anchor on CNN Headline News who's been retired since some time early this decade...long red hair, i think her last name was Russell or something like that. Loved her.

yeah where did analog and sleazie ninja go, they were good people.

well, thanks to my physical distance from the on the ground reality of America, I can safely say that I have no trouble living the next 4(to ?????) years stuck in November 4, 2008 despite whatever happening. I mean geez, people here were forming angry mobs on facebook over Bush, I felt it as much as I would a mosquito bite.

have we not learned from history, as so many people advise, not to attempt to apply foresight based on the past. Look at the Peso, for cryin out loud. Suckers fall for it every. single. time.

on an aside - i dunno how the financial landscape is going to change, but I've come to see that the stock market is probably the greatest human comedy in history.

the last class feels good.

the handing in the test and walking out the door of the last last exam is a sensation of joy that I wish could be lived on eternally.

actual day of graduation, after the photos and Bill Clinton speaking at the podium and laughing at the guy who wrote on his cap "Monica Blows" and lunch with family and good friends...on that day, after all that has subsided. Let's just say - hope you got some uppers to get you through dinner.

Last month or so of college life is one of those rare instances in which the shape of the bell curve actually has any validity to the real world.

been a while since I existed within the boundaries of a College...about 2 months ago i was musing on my time at college, the point at which I'd arrived since leaving, and the movie "Notebook on Cities and Clothes" and was inspired to write this emo little passage -

Thinking back on my time spent at the mostly freezing University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, my mental rolodex suddenly came across a sensation that I did not make too much out of at the time, but appears to be especially poignant at this crossroads in my life.

It was a sensation that I encountered many times, usually on one of the gloomiest days of winter. I would be walking to class, and despite being wrapped up in a down jacket over several other layers of clothing, there was one part of my body that would always remain exposed to the cold - my face. Perhaps it had been a period where the snow had come, but on days where the town became flooded with the fluffy powder, those were usually more peaceful. What's memorable are the days that may have been hit with hail, and the wind blowing incredibly hard. I would keep on walking, feeling a combination of roaring winds laced with the chill it carried, and speckles of hail all coming down on me, all these elements of nature beating against my face in the opposite direction I was moving.

I miss that feeling.

nice joey, congrats on the men's non no feature

Obama gonna keep me alive in 09. The dude got me buyin his promise of hope and change, even though I'm not in America nor American.

haha, I'm with you matt, if I'm not in a decent job by then, I will have starved to death, or ended my own life...

man...dont listen to what they tell ya - working freelance isn't employment; it just gives you an excuse to piss off the 'work' since your time isn't defined in a cubicle and do other shit. I had a pretty steady gig writing informational profiles for a media company, but I haven't been motivated to do that in like 2 months

the feng shui books weren't lying when they said this isn't my year. Was in the talks with a friend to go into a small joint enterprise. As of now, communication has pretty much been terminated except a random MSN he shot me a few days ago tellin me to check out some Kanye interview

there's something to be said for this kinda 'freedom' though...i spend my days loitering at bookstores and magazine stands, or at home writing crap poetry...some nights i go out to venues where i can perform said poems. i toyed with the idea of going for a PhD, but it'd have to be in HK where at least i can get paid through a grant to read/discuss books, shit since i do it now for free...

I gotta find a stable source of work and income. If it doesn't happen by December 2009, well I'm fucked waiting for Godot.

opening ceremony dress

vintage costume necklace

some sox

arturo chiang

you look like eason chan's wife

i'm starting to get smoker's voice...hope it turns out to be something of a Jack Nicholson and stops there instead of travelling further towards smoker's voice box.

first time i been out this late in a while....went to a poetry recital, i did a poem i wrote last week in HB shoutbox about incest, then i dropped some improvisational poetry/ranting. Man, freestyling is so much easier when you don't have to rhyme.

Probably the single best written sentence I have ever read in any form of literature, from Philip Roth's Sabbath's Theater:

"Lately, when Sabbath suckled at Drenka's uberous breasts - uberous, the root word of exuberant, which is itself ex plus uberare, to be fruitful, to overflow like Juno lying prone in Tintoretto's painting where the Milky Way is coming out of her tit - suckled with an unrelenting frenzy that caused Drenka to roll her head ecstatically back and to groan (as Juno herself may have once groaned), "I feel it deep down in my cunt," he was pierced by the sharpest of longings for his late little mother."

perfect.

jack durden that pic is on some metafearitself....

If I'm looking to get the mood real sexy I used to throw on some John Secada, Whitney Houston or some Montell Jordan - yes, I'm oldschool like that..

Whitney Houston is a good call, i like her 80s shit better though

Montell Jordan i was never too familiar with his early work, but Let's Ride w/ P and Silkk is one of my favorite singles ever.

R Kelly you remind me is a must, good call gfunkdocta. with that username i wouldn't have expected less

i can't embed for shit so i'll throw a few, not necessarily party shit, just shit that saved my life probably :

Next - Too Close (this is quintessential prepubescent sadie hawkins bump and grind 101 music)

TRU - Smoking Green (before P donned the mask of philanthropy and social advocacy)

Big Tymers - Suge and Pac

Makaveli - To Live and Die in LA

Ginuwine - Pony (best timbo beat ever)

Snoop - Ain't no fun

Dr Dre - Xxplosive

Jay-Z - Imaginary Player

i'm listening to Jay-Z Kingdom Come right now

this album feels oddly comforting in this pre-apocalyptic environment we're living in

my dream watch -

I liked Helmut Lang when he was in fashion and the NYC boutique with that neverending text scrolling thing were still around; I love him even more now that he's out and gives the occasional interview. I read a magazine last week (fuck , forgot the title) where he was interviewed about his new art exhibit...I think Juergen Teller did the photos, and he looks exactly as I'd guess the Helmut Lang post-fashion would - in a beat up trucker cap, black muscle t-shirt that looks thrift store/gas station (there was some print on it, must be some kinda outdoors company) and a pair of really faded to shit jeans that I think must be OG HLs. When HL used to come out with dope ass boots and shoes before the logo sneakers put him into retirement, i remember he was fond of doing ankle lace up boots with that chain hanging around the side, my dad referred to it as 'elegant trucker style' and i was glad to see Helmut delivered.

I haven't enjoyed a McD's meal in a while. Used to live for the day I could grab a chicken mcnuggets with mustard super sized meal at lunch, or the occasional big mac. I feel nothing for the golden arches any more.